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Cushions
by Dave (no address provided)
***
Weird Dr. Wang invents a device to cure frigidity. (MF,
nc, rp, drugs, sci-fi)
***
Dr Wang was weird. A noted neurologist in his prime, he
had implemented a myriad of therapies still in use
today, but soon grew out of favor from his colleagues
for his unorthodox resolution approach and social
philosophies. Once rejected and demoted, the unfairly
labeled 'Demented Doctor' was finally forced to accept
an 'engineering' position with an upstart furniture
manufacturer specializing in therapeutic furniture.
Despite his frequently recognized professional success,
he felt mentally unchallenged and actively pursued his
own personal research during his free time.
Dr. Wang was a quiet, short and stout offspring of a
mixed marriage that had failed early in his youth. His
Mother had struggled to support his younger Sister and
himself well into maturity until succumbing to a heart
attack while abusing herself with an oversized dildo in
the shower. His Sister, Suki disappeared, and was
finally located years later as the head mistress of a
brothel in San Francisco's Chinatown district under
investigation for selling sushi and sex without the
appropriate state licenses.
By now, the discredited doctor was living a semi-obscure
lifestyle supported by his meager earnings from the
furniture factory where our two destinies would merge.
My name is Logan. I've been going through training as an
EMT at the local JC while living at home and
supplementing my income by selling whatever herb I can
glean from a local medicinal grower, Ray. Times were
tough, and I eventually succumbed to parental pressure
to obtain regular employment despite my deep desire to
live off the grid on a couple acres of hybrid herb.
I spent a rainy afternoon scouring the net and local
papers until I finally secured several leads that were
flexible enough to further my education.
The next afternoon a local bus dropped me off a block
away from an unimpressive warehouse and after a quick
blast of courage from a hit of train-wreck, I staggered
into the front office and somewhat hesitantly announced
my availability for employment to a middle age
receptionist. Taking a seat in front of a montage of
various chairs and beds manufactured on site, I
shuddered at the thought of the manual labor required of
a warehouseman along with the impending loss of personal
freedom.
Never known for my personal motivation, I had not held a
job for any length of time, and had long ago fallen from
the last rung of desirability to the opposing gender. If
offered the position, my long maintained lifestyle would
be unalterably shaken despite the potential advantages
employment would offer.
Still in the throes of self-pity, a well dressed up-beat
older guy introduced himself as Harry, and escorted me
to the privacy of his neat, well-maintained office.
After a series of questions and a well rehearsed job
description speech he welcomed me to the company and
guided me out onto the production floor. The overall
feeling rendered by the crew was mellow, and I found
myself re-evaluating my negative thinking to welcome the
thought of becoming part of the team.
When we stepped into the small cluttered office of Dr.
Wang, my feelings were reinforced with a with our first
handshake. There was an indescribable bond far deeper
than I had ever felt before, and I knew by his lingering
smile we had made a connection of a lifetime. My
delivery rig was an F-250 panel equipped with various
dollies and a hand truck; and the storage area was a
spacious, uncluttered, two tiered room that would make
maneuvering the electric forklift effortless.
Harry explained that after my deliveries were completed,
I would stow and distribute supplies as required for the
next day's production before heading home. My pay was
fixed, there were no time clocks. More importantly, next
to a deluxe coffee machine there were several vending
machines with a wide array of munchies for even the most
hardcore junkie.
With two deliveries already staged, and Harry's
delighted approval, I immediately set out to learn the
characteristics of my job. Loading and securing the
cargo was simple , and with a full complement of maps in
the cab, I was soon winding through traffic on my way to
Crystal Creek townhouses. The first sofa was delivered
effortlessly with a $20 tip for my efforts. The other
two delivery locations were progressively closer to the
warehouse, and somewhat more lucrative.
I returned to the warehouse with fifty bucks and a
deluxe burger meal. As I was distributing the raw
materials, I proportionately shared my tips with the
workforce (after all, they built the furniture) and
after stowing a few items headed for the bus stop and
home. A call later that night from Harry to obtain the
size of my company issued coveralls along with a
plethora of gratitude confirmed the job was mine.
After my final class ended the next day, I returned to
the warehouse and found a note taped to one of the easy
chairs I was delivering the simply stated: 'B4 U go Pls
C Me' signed by 'the Dr.' Once loaded, I went to his
office and knocked discreetly. He slowly opened the
door, his weathered face brightened perceptibly when we
made eye contact.
"Nolan isn't it?"
"Yes sir," I returned pensively.
"Come in and grab a chair." He gently closed the door
and paused for a few moments. "So you partake in
recreational pharmaceuticals?"
The color drained from my face, and I dropped my gaze to
the floor.
"Lighten up, my young friend – I worked on campus too
many years not to know when someone's buzzed. Your
secret's safe - got any to spare?"
Taking a deep breath of relief, I pulled the bag with my
remaining bud and handed it to him. He expertly broke
off a chunk and stuffed the contents into a pipe he
produced from inside his lab coat before returning the
remainder. I eased into the seat and felt a slight jolt
in my perineum that I attributed to static electricity.
"I loaned a seat cushion similar to the one underneath
you on to one of my former lab assistants last night and
need you to retrieve it during your deliveries - just
between the two of us, you understand."
"Sure Doc," I retorted as a tingling in my groin
intensified. "Let me have the address." He handed me a
business card with the address scribbled on the back and
took a sip of his bottled water. "I'll be getting some
more herbs over the weekend if you're interested," I
offered while rising from the chair with an unmistakable
erection.
"I would be," he returned with an obvious glint in his
eye. "You might want to cover that localized swelling;"
he offered as he glanced at crotch, "I'm sure a few of
the single production gals would insist on a functional
demonstration." Too embarrassed to respond, I nodded and
made a hasty exit through the bustling production area
to the safety of the cab.
By the time I reached my first delivery address out in
the suburbs, my bulge had subsided although my groin
continued to quiver with sexual anticipation. The final
stop was at a deluxe two-story townhouse to retrieve Dr.
Wang's cushion. After two attempts at the doorbell, a
disheveled middle aged lady responded wrapped in bath
towel.
"My, my, what a virile young stud we have here – come on
in and give me some," she blurted enthusiastically as
she grabbed my belt and pulled me within. As soon as the
door slammed, her right hand was fumbling with my jean
fasteners while her other hand roughly pulled me down
into a passionate lip lock.
With her towel and my pants at our feet, we tumbled onto
the plush carpet where she quickly maneuvered atop my
naked torso and grasped my engorged organ gently. "When
you get home, I want you to thank your folks for this
glorious package," she murmured as she admired my cock
thoroughly before squeezing the life out of my throbbing
shaft.
"Please, lady..." I protested meekly to the unmistakable
passion in her eyes and anticipatory trembling in her
thighs that signaled she was far beyond rational
reception.
She deftly positioned my purplish glans at her fuzz
covered opening and threw her head back with a high
pitched squeak as her body quaked and shivered in the
unmistakable throes of an orgasm. Her delicious pussy
slipped further down my shaft as another, more breath
taking orgasm overwhelmed her. The large rose colored
nipples capping her pale white melons were now granite
etching hard as her full breasts gyrated wildly.
Her spasms were so forceful they shook her body downward
suddenly to fully engulf my hyper sensitive cock into
her steamy core. Her eyes rolled up into her skull and
she toppled over on top of my gasping chest with a thud.
I thought I had killed her, and my imagination went into
overdrive as I struggled to freedom and into my
disheveled jeans. Standing over her quivering form, I
reasoned she was still in the land of the living by her
tremors and gently covered her with her towel. From the
corner of my eye, I located Dr. Wang's cushion on the
easy chair, and quickly unplugged it.
Quietly slipping out the door, I made sure it was
securely locked before scrambling back to the security
of the truck to make my second hasty exit of the day.
Now most men might have taken advantage of a non-
contentious, naked counterpart, but losing my position
after one day on a pure gravy job would be a resume
killer.
Once a safe distant from the townhouse, I pulled out a
partially roasted joint and finished it off just as I
turned into the parking lot of my favorite day old bread
store. With the $40 worth of today's tips, I bought a
case of pastries and sodas for the production crew
before cruising back to the warehouse.
Once I stepped onto the loading dock, I was overwhelmed
with a sense of relief. Quickly I set about storing
several pallets of raw materials and distributing the
supplies with the pastries to the crew amidst their
unique gestures of gratitude. One of the upholsterers
that I was briefly introduced to the first day called me
over. Her name was Serena, a mocha skinned exotic beauty
that belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her
voluptuous curves and a youthful zest were guaranteed to
fulfill the fantasies of even the least virile
unimaginative male.
"Kinda left in a hurry today," she cooed, with a sweet
suggestive voice that would turn most males into a
puddle of melted goo.
"I uh, sorta had something on my mind; sorry," I
stammered.
"That was obvious," she replied as her eyes slowly
wandered to my crotch, "Anytime you would like to share
your thoughts or anything else for that matter, I'm
available."
"Uhm, thanks," I muttered as her words took root. Was
she propositioning me or had my thinly veiled erection
concealment failed miserably. I damned near tripped over
my shoelaces as I scurried back to the delivery truck to
stuff Dr. Wang's cushion into a discarded carton while
trying to shrug off the obscure tendrils of paranoia.
Why a prime looker like Serena would even consider an
overfed, long-haired underachiever like myself escaped
me, and I decided to ditch the cushion as quickly as
possible and escape discreetly before my head exploded
from the unlikely female interactions I had thus far
experienced today.
Just then, Dr. Wang rounded the corner into the
storeroom and I wordlessly handed him the box with the
cushion and a package of pastries. He smiled, a grateful
smile, and motioned for me to follow him back to his
office. Once inside with the door closed, he motioned me
towards the only available chair and sat down heavily.
"We just got a large contract from Happy Valley for six
couches and several lounge chairs - might be the break
we need to open a second facility on the other side of
town. Any problems today?"
"Not if you don't mind being raped by a sex crazed
MILF," I retorted somewhat sarcastically.
"Thought that might happen," he offered smugly as
another uncharacteristic grin creased his weathered
face.
"I left her in a heap on the floor - think she's OK."
"I'll give her a call," the Dr. returned sensing the
concern in my last statement. "Everything else OK?"
"Yeah, well you know that gorgeous babe Serena over in
upholstery – I think she came on to me!"
"Must be having problems with her current lover," the Dr
responded thoughtfully. "I never partake in inter-office
affairs. You have any plans this evening?"
"Just a good buzz."
"We can do that over at my place, unless you have other
plans."
"I'd like that, let me wrap up a few loose ends and I'll
be ready."
"Good, I'll call your so called rapist and close-up for
the day; meet you out front."
I met him on the loading dock and we strolled over to a
vintage Lincoln Town Car parked a sizable distance from
all the other employee vehicles. On the way home we
talked about everything and anything, stopping at a KFC
for a bucket, before pulling up in front of an old
apartment building. His corner basement apartment was
damp and musty with old pillowcases for curtains and a
classic refrigerator that sounded like a muted
lawnmower. We shared a bowl from his vintage bong and
settled onto his couch/bed.
"Nolan," he began with unmistakably serious undertones,
"I suppose you have heard rumors of my rejection by the
scientific community. Most ground breaking scientists
suffer the same fate at some point in their careers but
usually continue their research as I have.
"As I began my internship in neurology, I encountered a
growing number of patients suffering from various forms
of sexual dysfunction and grew to understand the
tremendous impact sexuality has on all aspects of our
adult lives. After several years of research I concluded
that despite the myriad of social and cultural
prohibitions, a simple electric-biological solution
might restore the inactive neural pathways necessary to
resume healthy sexual activity. Utilizing tens units –
you know what they are..."
I nodded intently.
"...with their non specific electrical frequencies, I
learned when tuned to a specific harmonic frequency and
applied directly to the lower spine, the negative
symptoms could be greatly reduced or even eliminated.
"Hence, as my colleagues pursued nitrite induced
dilation for males, I studied female neurological
triggers and the frequencies that would potentially
restart their faltering sexual libido. It wasn't until
the hand held tazers were developed that I was able to a
isolate a series of positive frequencies from the burst
of nerve stunning energy they generated.
"When applied to the pudendal and genitofemoral nerves
with a brief perineum micro-burst, they would literally
restore normal sexual function and in most instances
enhance the female libido. My position as a furniture
engineer provided a perfect opportunity to test various
platforms for effectiveness and comfort."
"Doc," I interrupted, "You discovered a way to jump
start frigid pussies?"
"It's not 100% effective, of course..."
"Beside that nymphomaniac I escaped from this afternoon,
how many other subjects have you tried this therapy?"
"Well, outside of yourself, several former patients,
Serena, the local high school cheerleader squad.."
"Geez Doc," I retorted as I reached for the bong, "Why
me?"
"Curiosity... your pheromones are undoubtedly off the
charts by now; you might consider vitamin supplements as
a dietary necessity."
"Were those cheerleaders the ones suspended for bangin'
the football team?"
"It was the result of a regrettable communicative
breakdown. Our former delivery person was a jock with
the cranial capacity of a Neanderthal. When I asked him
to deliver a warming cushion from my office, he spotted
my experimental prototype and grabbed it instead of the
desired cushion. During the course of the game, the
cheerleaders , their coach, and several other
individuals were unintentionally exposed. By the time I
could replace the prototype, the orgy in the locker room
was well underway."
"And Serena..."
"I had stepped out of the office when she took the seat
with the cushion awaiting my return. Formerly, she was a
poster child for abstinence – but immediately after
exposure the rumor mill has it that she hooked up with
several gentlemen in the seminary up town. By the way,
if you encounter any unusual physical or emotional
reactions please let me know. . ."
"I'm good, Doc; you going to try to sell this thing? I'm
still trying to wrap my head around this concept, but
I'm not sure you have a marketable product."
"Oh," he retorted skeptically.
"It's a short term symptom specific item, that will
require years of testing and a change of philosophy from
the medical community." I took a fulfilling dredge and
repacked the bowl.
"But the therapeutic value..."
"Could inadvertently breed millions Doc, if you put this
on the open market, every horny jock would be buying
cushions for their unsuspecting girlfriends and
frustrated mothers would be buying them for every seat
in the household.
Soon unsuspecting grannies would be attacking guys with
overloaded pheromones in the park. I don't even want to
think about the effects of an overdose; it could get
pretty ugly pretty quick." I re-lit the herb and took a
slow drag before handing the bong back to the Dr.
He took the bowl and took a long slow drag in silence.
"I see where you're going," he stated pensively. After a
long pause he inquired; "What would you recommend?"
"Doc, I'm not the guy to ask - but were talking about a
life changing invention worth millions here. I suppose
I'd get a patent and crank out letters to the
appropriate scientific journals. Eventually, one of your
colleagues is bound to take positive notice."
The Doc nodded and hummed quietly to himself for awhile
before he returned the bowl. "You know, my former
assistant wouldn't mind if you stopped by again."
"Not again, Doc – well, maybe if she's got a butt load
of prime herb," I retorted, "Unfortunately, I gotta
think about getting home pretty quick before my folks
call missing persons."
"I appreciate your candor, my young friend and please
keep this conversation confidential. I'll give you a
lift - take the rest of the chicken with you."
I intentionally left the remainder of my bud on the
sofa, and joined my new found confidant for an enjoyable
ride home. Slipping in through the back door, I crawled
under my comforter and drifted off amidst a myriad of
conversational memories with the Doc.
The next morning, I wrapped up my schoolwork and headed
out to the "farm" to replenish my herb supply. Ray was
uprooting a hybrid patch that wasn't producing to his
expectations and offered me whatever I could carry.
After handing over my profits from the previous cache.
I began cleaning while Ray's daughter Mary came on to me
like a rabbit – stroking her smooth tanned legs,
unbuttoning her short halter top to reveal full breasts
cradled in a translucent bra, and talking suggestive
shit straight out of a porno movie. Finally, despite my
misgivings, I succumbed to her innuendos and allowed her
to herd me into her pink, unicorn adorned bedroom.
Her surprisingly firm breasts crowned with small coffee
colored nipples formed perfect pillows from where I
savored the delightfully delicious texture of her nubile
skin. The peach fuzz covered mound of her pubis was
sprinkled with the dew of her arousal and tasted
remarkable. Within moments, my wandering tongue zeroed
in on her throbbing clitoris and became a mini-cyclone
on steroids bringing her perilously close to the edge.
Quickly climbing up her nubile form, I effected
penetration forcing her into a flopping fish orgasm
complete with high pitched expletives uncharacteristic
of her youth. I pressed on fervently, savoring the
youthful wet folds caressing years of neglect from my
hypersensitive organ. Her legs wrapped tightly around my
torso with a death grip as we neared threshold and, as
any gentlemen should, I held off my explosive climax
until she spasmed wildly with her own.
Unfortunately, as I began flooding her tight canal with
my essence, I was unmercifully cut short by the sound of
Ray entering the back door whistling loudly. Mary and I
collectively held our breaths until we heard Ray exit
and we quickly got dressed. Giving me her arousal
stained underwear and a quick kiss, she bounded out the
front door with my still warm essence trickling down her
thighs. I followed several minutes later and finished
cleaning my plunder under her lust filled gaze.
Finally, with a back pack full of cannabis, I climbed
aboard the Trailways and maintained a low, paranoid
profile all the way home until my stash was safely
stowed. Knowing the fresh leaves would require several
weeks to cure properly, I had purchased more train-wreck
with the last of my cash stash for the Dr and myself.
After a delicious prime roast dinner at home, I helped
with dishes and engaged in our compulsory Saturday night
bullshit/family bonding session. Throughout the
conversation, I found I now spoke with new found purpose
and confidence. Reflecting back on my conversation with
Dr. Wang, it occurred to me that widespread distribution
of the therapeutic cushions could alter the very fabric
of our species evolution.
With true sexual equality attained, motivational
behavior, economics, politics, and social norms, would
be monumentally altered. Listening to my folks discuss
their basic middle-American beliefs only confirmed my
conclusion.
After a fitful nights' sleep, I reviewed my class work
before heading out to mow the lawn; a brainless endeavor
when one is appropriately buzzed. When completed, I
zoned out spread-eagle on the freshly cut grass with an
overwhelming sense of well-being from my intimate
connection to nature.
I was dozing in my mid-day euphoria when the hunched
form of the Doc blocked out the sun. "Hi Doc," I
grumbled as I struggled into a sitting position, "Care
to join me?"
"Might like that, mind if my friend join's us?"
"Not as long as the sunlight ain't blocked." I closed my
eyes and eased back down."
"Got some of that virile young seed for me?"
My eyes shot open, and somewhere in the dark recesses of
my recent memories I identified the voice of my rapist.
"Might want to check with my folks first; they're due
back from the church of Saint Chastity any moment," I
countered as I rolled over to to face my nymphomaniac
nemesis. "Wouldn't mind a little later in the privacy of
my personal dungeon though."
My guests both laughed and I was introduced to Dr
Katrina, a state licensed therapist thoroughly briefed
on Dr. Wang's inventions. We recycled the conversation
from the night before and kicked around a few more
options before I mentioned I had some prime cannabis
drying I need to check.
We wandered beyond the visual limits of the house to my
reconditioned stash shack obscured behind a scrub
covered knoll down by a wandering creek. Completely
insulated with power covertly tapped from the neighbors
line, it was equipped with secured storage bins, lights,
stove and even a salvaged dehumidifier.
With Katrina's assistance, we turned over the mountain
of leaves before I produced my prime bud and we all lit
up. From outside, it must have appeared the shack was on
fire! Pleasantly buzzed, we wandered back to the house,
and I introduced them to my recently arrived folks.
Beyond accommodating, they furnished us with a great
homemade dinner and fantastic conversation until
darkness compelled my guests to leave.
The next day, my deliveries went routinely, and the
pizzas I bought with my tips went over well. Restocking
went far better than expected as Serena was now showing
more than just a passing interest with provocative
attire and sly innuendos that would make a seasoned
sailor blush. The Doc called me aside as I was leaving
and handed me a small cell phone sized modified tazer,
explaining its function and where to place it on the
small of the back for best results.
He requested I keep records of anyone I 'zapped,' and it
was understood that its use must remain confidential. I
stuffed it into my pocket while thanking him fervently.
Making a casual yet elated exit, I was walking over to
the bus stop savoring a large piece of pineapple
pepperoni pizza when a late model VW bug screeched to a
stop directly in front of me.
"Wanna ride ?" The passenger window slid down silently
and I immediately recognized the two flawless orbs that
adorned Serena's chest. Her skirt was hefted up in front
just enough to reveal a tiny glimpse of her moist,
neatly trimmed pussy with the shadow of her engorged
cleft peeking through. "I know I need one!"
Protocol be damned, I snatched open the door, threw in
my backpack and slammed the door behind me. Her arm was
already around my neck pulling me in for a long lustful
lip lock. Then, amidst the sound of blaring car horns,
we sped off through the traffic with my trembling hand
stroking the smoothest thigh ever created.
Within a few wordless minutes, we parked in front of a
graceful two story structure where she pulled me into a
breath sucking french-kiss that left me struggling to
see past the hazy stars. Somehow I found the door handle
and yanked it open behind her before releasing my own to
bound after her up the weathered concrete stairs.
As she fumbled with the keys, I savored the smooth
fragrant skin of her neck, making her squeal as she
struggled to release the stubborn deadbolt. With a
defiant click the door finally creaked open, and we were
back in each other's arms in an instant, sampling the
wanton flesh we were about to ravish.
"I have every intention of fucking you senseless," I
offered between tender kisses.
"I don't really care about your intentions mister, " she
responded lustfully, "I'm interested in how you use your
equipment. . ." She grabbed my semi-erect member
forcefully through my jeans and moaned passionately. I
grabbed the hem of her light pink sweater and pulled it
forcibly over her head and tossed it. Fumbling with her
bra clasps that mercifully opened quickly despite the
sizable strain they were under, I speechlessly beheld
the two most symmetrically perfect baby bottles on the
planet.
I immediately morphed into a mindless, orally fixated
drone at that juncture, and dove into those soft firm
globes while my free hand pulled her skirt over hips to
slide on the floor. My hand slid onto her moist muff,
and as my first two fingers slipped into the silky
warmth of her most intimate place, her hips involuntary
thrust forward damn near breaking my wrist.
Feasting on her rigid nipples, she uttered an almost
unearthly moan as my hand and mouth began a synchronous
massage. She stiffened almost immediately and began to
quake as her orgasm crested, filling my hand with her
explosive eruption. With my animal nature in overdrive,
I fell to my knees and ingested her flowing essence as
quickly as she spewed, triggering a second, more
explosive orgasm I still refer to as the 'Rebirth of
Krakatoa.' I damned near drowned in the ensuing tidal
wave of her essence.
Her entire body quivered from the shiny crown of her
thick dark hair to her delicately manicured toes, and
despite her futile attempts to remain on her feet, she
crumpled to the floor while I retained my lip lock on
her profusely erupting genitals. Once spent, I quickly
disrobed and guided my hypersensitive cock into her
throbbing pussy. She shrieked and slammed her arms and
legs around me as her torso bucked uncontrollably.
It is highly unlikely this world will ever again
encounter a woman with the sexual voracity of Serena
that evening. It required every conceivable ounce of
effort to counter her spine cracking thrusts.
Mercifully, the effort was short lived when she bathed
my genitals with yet another explosive release which
unlike before, sent her body into a continuing series of
orgasmic tremors. Balancing myself on my hands, I
continued thrusting into her tight contracting pussy
relentlessly, reveling in her body's mindless response.
Suddenly, she arched her back inhumanely, and with an
ear-shattering squeal squeezed the life out my hapless
cock with her vaginal muscles and nearly stabbed me to
death with her two rock-hard nipples. She collapsed into
a mound of quivering spent flesh as I continued my
vaginal assault - never wavering until my seed boiled
explosively onto her pulsating cervix.
Unlike previous encounters, my erection remained
undiminished and after a brief pause to fondle her
amazing mounds, I shamelessly rutted her spent remains a
second time, concentrating on the raised pucker of her
engorged g-spot and reveling at her bodies continual
response to my passionate simulation. Finally, with a
cry resembling her imminent strangulation, she spasmed
again, and I released the remains of my essence amidst
the sensation of my balls being ripped out be their
roots.
There is a certain amount of truth to the heights of
eroticism bordering somewhere between pleasure and pain
that I would never had accepted sans my first incredible
encounter with this ravishingly beautiful creation. It
would require several hours to recover sufficiently to
pursue our separate agendas, but we both knew no other
night could ever offer the ecstasy this night had
provided.
As we slowly recovered are now aching bodies, Serena
whispered, "You're the kind of boy a girl would like to
take home to meet her Momma."
"Hmmm, a manage-de-twat; sounds kinky!"
She swatted me playfully; "You know what I mean."
"We could sit around and talk about babies while your
Dad fumbles around in the gun closet for his bazooka," I
quipped as I savored the last of her essence caked on my
mustache. Somehow, I was still able to get home in time
to rotate my stash and zap Mom.
She paused for a moment to rub the small of her back,
and with a never before seen look in her eyes, walked
straight over to my Dad who was reading the evening rag
and whispered something in his ear. Their bedroom
sounded like a brothel on payday for the better part of
that night, and Dad's smile at breakfast confirmed Mom's
positive response to Dr Wang's therapy.
Several years have passed since the 'Rebirth of
Krakatoa.' Serena eventually married a rich banker type
and lives in a mansion on the outskirts of town with her
offspring running around her feet and an occasional
therapy session with yours truly.
I got my EMT license and was promoted to full time,
bought a second hand RV that's parked on Ray's property
where I keep an eye on his crop when I'm not working or
performing therapy. Dr. Wang's invention was rejected by
the scientific community for some obscure technicality,
but a former colleague, who's a member of the Japanese
underground, bought into the apparatus and incorporates
it in a wide variety of sexual enhancement toys widely
distributed throughout the Orient.
It should be just a few years before they make their way
into a adult bookstore near you. And Dr. Wang; we're
still close, frequently sharing a bowl by the campfire.
His current research involves a projected electrical
impulse that emulates THC affects on the human body.
Dr Wang is weird.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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